"So... pleeeeease Heather..." she whines, teasing my hair as she tests the strength of the long and large singular braid now resting behind me. "I'll owe you! I bought you everything you'll need, and you can keep it as like... eighteen years of missed birthday presents and... and I swear you'll love them, like I got them from cool thrift stores and..."
"Okay okay" I giggle, shaking my head as I feel the heft if the braid behind me. "When do we need to leave."
I'm nearly bowled over as Kelly leaps from the sofa, the giddy young woman practically bouncing past me before suddenly dragging me to my feet. A loud squeal echos through the apartment as I lurch up, the long ass length train of hair swing about and knocking several items from the nearby coffee table. Before long the seemingly towering Kelly is dragging me towards the door as my frail five foot four bottom heavy body towards the from door.
"Kelly!" I squeak, digging in my heels as I struggle to fight against the now stronger young woman. "I need my keys! And wallet! and... and... shoes!" I call out, wriggling as I try to escape her grasp. The words seem to reach her as she pauses right before the door, the taller brunette turning to me as she loosens her grip on my wrist.
"Right!" she chirps, finally releasing me from her grasp. Adjusting her clothes a little, straightening and smoothing them out, she quickly turns to the bulging fabric bag by the door. Her thin lips twist into a smirk, a mischievous glint in her eye following soon after. She waves for a moment, dismissing me as she drops to one knee and unzips the bag.
"Go get the...uh... the things you..." she mutters, carefully fishing around in the overstuffed travel bag in search of something.
"Keys?" I ask with an instinctive giggle, sashaying my way back to the now messy coffee table as my lengthy hair sways dramatically with me.
"Yeah yeah, that and... Come ooooon..." she grumbles, pulling a small par of white ankle socks from the bag before practically diving back in for more.
Snatching up my keys from the coffee table is easy enough, though as I snatch the leather wallet I'm left pouting as I find myself met with more and more problems. Quickly patting at the hand-tailored dress I can't help but sigh, rolling my head back as the utterance turns to a grown. The damned thing didn't have a single pocket, something that wasn't too bad when I just needed my keys while making anything more a pain.
Secondly, as I open my wallet I can't help but wince. The driver's license in the front plastic pocket bears a now very incorrect image and name, my soft lips twitching as I click my tongue in frustration. The same applied to my credit cards, everything in this wallet was meant for Jordan Hughes and not Heather.
"We'd better not get pulled over on the way to... um..." I begin to chuckle nervously, turning back towards Kelly. "Where are we going anyway?"
The artsy brunette doesn't respond for a moment, her attention focused on the bag as more and more of its contents pour out from the large bronze-colored zipper. In the mayhem and mess I manage to spot a few pieces the young woman had packed for me, from folded sets of black panties to a bulky set of well worn overalls.
Finally, with a cry of victory, Kelly rips a pair of heavily scuffed leather flats from the bottom of the bag. They appear rather old, one of the many items she likely got from a thrift store, with only a faint shine left on them while a little set of black leather bows seems to shimmer in the light.
"Ta-da!" announces and excited Kelly, presenting the shoes to me with a toothy grin. "These are so you! They're cute, they're vintage... I think?" she mutters, twisting and turning the pair of tiny shoes as I approach. Looking around briefly she turns to grab the bundled socks from the floor, holding them out as well as a gift. "These are new though! I mean, they came in a big pack but..."
"Thanks Kells..." I mutter, looking around for somewhere to put my things down. With a sigh I bend down, dropping them to the floor as I move to grab the footwear. Looking at the overeager young woman by the bag I watch her fight back a laugh, her hands darting back to teh bag as I take the shoes and socks from her.
"You might want these as well" she giggles, grabbing one of the fresh sets of cheap black cotton panties before snickering as I begin to blush. "Or not, maybe you like going around..."
"I don't..." I begin to squeal, squeezing my legs together as I feel my face and soft rounded cheeks burn with a nearly painful intensity. "Can you... I'll meet you at the car" I whimper nervously, placing the shoes on the ground and lining them up.
"Fiiiiiiiine" whines Kelly, rolling her eyes as she struggles to zip the bag back up. "Just poking a little fun is..." she mumbles, pausing for a moment as the zip snags. "Come... on... almost... You know what, see you downstairs" she sighs, giving up on getting the overstuffed bag closed again after her reshuffling efforts. She grabs both her hard shelled travel bag before opening the door, moving to grab my bag as she shuffles out the door with no small amount of effort.
"Wa... Wait!" I squeak out as she pulls the door closed with a slam before her, my voice growing softer. "Where are we... shit..." I sigh, fiddling with the black panties and white socks in my hands.
Biting hard at my lower lip I stretch the underwear in my slender and delicate hands, a soft whimper escaping my lips.
"Come on..." I mewl, my bright and sing-songy voice coming out in a light sigh. "They're just..." I grunt, lowering them and stepping into the holes beneath me with my tiny delicate feet and slender legs. Inch by inch I pull them up, easily gliding them over my narrow shins before reaching my wider and thicker thighs. My face twists up, a subtle squeak coming up as I'm forced to stretch the waist-band over my overly generous hips and as my enormous behind quickly sets about consuming the ill-fitted cotton.
"...Underwear..." I finally finish, letting the elastic snap against my soft pale skin. I squeeze my legs together, the taught fabric painting an image on my mind of my flat crotch and the soft mound between my legs as well as the bulbous yet pert ass cheeks behind me.
As I bend down to pull the socks on I shudder, feeling the underwear slip deeper and deeper into my ass crack as my lips begin to quiver. With no small amount of haste I quickly pull the socks on, the tiny pair only reaching to my ankle as I soon find myself more well dressed than I had ever been in class as Heather.
As I lurch back up, snatching up the keys and wallet I had discarded along the way, I quickly begin to pick and pluck at he panties in an effort to pull them free from my hungry behind. Wriggling my hips, shifting and gyrating them in an effort to help dislodge the fabric, I can't help but grumble. "This had better not be the whole freaking week" I huff, wincing as I find my tongue twisting the curse word into something softer.
With a swift few steps I slide my feet into the flats, kicking them against the floor for a moment as I get the leather heel to pop into place. With a deep breath I take my first step in the shoes, the well-worn leather thankfully yielding to me rather than pinching at my feet.
As I walk to the door I catch movement in the corner of my eye, causing me to jump with a start as I come face to face with Heather in the small mirror above the shoe rack.
Wide and expressive blue eyes stare at me in momentary shock, the large bright blue pools threatening to pull me in. The young woman, somewhere between eighteen and nineteen-years old, stands awkwardly as she straightens out her dress despite only the top half being visible in the mirror. The once loose dress appears to have been made more form fitting, the waist having been brought into to cling more closely to her narrow waist. The lack of work around her chest leaves her small bust relatively hidden, her tight and perky chest not even needing a bra day to day for comfort.
Her face is soft, youthful and rounded with plush rosy cheeks that just beg to be pinched and a slender jawline. Her nose is narrow and delicate, the small bridge dotted with freckles much like her cheeks and shoulders. Her ears appear almost a little too large for her face, her freshly braided hair resting behind them and emphasizing their size.
Her shoulders, much like most of her body, is lithe and frail. Slender arms hang by her sides, her delicate fingers fidgeting nervously with the wallet and keys in their grasp.
For a moment I consider stepping back, moving the mirror, doing something to get a full view of Heather in the mirror. However, I'm snapped back the thought of the bubbly artist who would be waiting in the dank dark parking lot by now. Wincing slightly my shoulders sag, my hair whipping about with no small amount of force as I twist to open the door and rush outside.
No matter how many times I see it my mind struggles to comprehend the sight of the hallway as Heather, the ceiling feeling much higher and the walls broader than they have any right to be. My hips gyrate as I mince towards the stairs, my stomach sinking as I grasp at the railing on my way down. Despite the ingrained gait, the muscle memory built into my body, the stairs always frightened me. The step spiraling steps leaving Heather's heart fluttering and blood running cold as I stagger my way down flight after flight.
After a few blood chilling minutes, beads of sweat building on my forehead as my knees practically clatter together, I finally stagger my way into the parking lot with a deep sigh of relief.
"HEATHER!" cries a voice, the loud echo reverberating through the garage as I jump with a start. Across from the stairs I spot Kelly, the young woman sweating from exhaustion after carrying the heavy bags down the same stairs I'd struggled with. She grins ear to ear, dropping her bag as she waves before hitting the trunk.
For a moment I begin to wave back before her request finally sinks in, my hand fiddling with the keys before finally the car unlocks with a loud thud. As I walk over I watch Kelly quickly shove the bag she had bought for me into the back, the fabric bending and scrunching as she crams it in the corner before throwing her own bag in soon after.
"Where..." I begin to ask, not even getting the second word out before Kelly rushes around and practically hurls herself into the passenger seat. I'm left sighing, slumping over as I quickly begin to mince towards the driver's side door and hop inside.
I can't help be notice Kelly's smirking as I clamber into the seat, dropping my wallet in a cup holder beside me as I pull the door shut. The seat didn't need to be adjust a single inch and the same could be said for the mirrors, my car only really having gotten use these days whenever Kelly and Heather needed to go to campus for one reason or another.
"Why are you even... you know.. you when..." she begins to joke, her train of thought struggling to find how to deliver the hilarious thought in her head.
"Where are we going?" I ask, turning to look at her with a critical glare. In instinct I pat at where my pocket should be, looking for my phone as my eyes go wide. "Shoot" I snap, moving to leave the car to head back to my apartment in search of the much needed GPS.
"I can..." Kelly states, shuffling in her seat before pulling her own relatively new phone from her pocket and opening up an app. "Don't worry, who's gonna be calling you while on holiday Heather?" she asks, tapping at the screen as she inputs the address.
I give her a little pouty glare, taking a deep breath before pulling my seat belt on and starting the engine.
"Fine..." I grumble, nodding to her seat belt as I refuse to start moving until she's buckled up. "But I want to know where I'll be spending the next... week right?"
"Yeah yeah, it's a week..." she explains excitedly, grabbing the belt and fumbling multiple times to get it locked in place. As it finally clicks I begin to back out, the brunette in the beanie beside me giggling and grinning ear to ear like a mad person as we begin to pull out towards the street.
As we reach the main road she begins to direct me, guiding the car into a left hand turn and towards the freeway.
"Okay, so you know Summerset?" she begins to coo excitedly, obviously giddy and eager for her holiday now that the trip had started.
For a second I pause, thinking as I try to place the name. Snapping my fingers it comes to me, my left hand tapping at the steering wheel as I try to indicate the recognition.
"That's the tourist place right? Like for the beaches and pengui..." I begin to respond, only to be cut off by Kelly. She practically bounces out of her seat, biting at her lip as she clutches her hands in her lap.
"Yeah! Like, it's soooo cool" she coos, shimmying in her seat as a bevy of thoughts race impercepibly though her mind. "Like they have all these cool, like there penguin viewing and you can swim with dolphins and see whales and... and... Oh..." she explains, snapping her fingers as something finally sinks in. "The hot springs!"
"The hot springs?" I mutter, getting us onto the freeway as the drive quickly becomes a straight line for the next few hours. "Summerset doesn't..."
"They just opened" Kelly coos in response, melting back into her seat. "Well not opened, but like Wendy knows the guy... well her family knows the guy, they sell cattle for...it doesn't matter. Anyway she has early access to the new spa and so finally got this organized."
"So we're staying at the hot..." I begin to ask, only to get cut off by Kelly once more.
"No no no, the rooms aren't done yet" she explains, bringing up pictures of the deep steaming pools of water on her phone as she enthuses about the place. "Wendy booked a place nearby, it's like a three bedroom place right on the beach and..."
"Three?" I begin to ask, cocking an eyebrow as my eyes slowly narrow. "So you, me, and Wendy? I thought Sarah was..."
"She is, I mean I hope she..." Kelly states, mumbling off as her cheeks begin to turn read. "You, me, Wendy, Sarah, Maddie, James, and Ben I think we're all going to..."
"That's more than three Kells" I grumble, gripping the steering wheel as I bite at my lip. "How are we..."
"We're sharing rooms I think..." she mutters nervously, nibbling at her lip. "I mean, I can share with..."
"Sarah?" I coos coyly, smirking at the young brunette beside me. "What if I want to share with her? I'm sure she and I could snuggle up to keep warm at..."
"Stooooooop" Kelly whines, smacking at my shoulder. "I... can you... you know? Be my wing.. man... girl?" she asks, blushing intensely. "I'll owe you sooooo much."
Leaving her to stew for a moment I wriggle deeper into the seat of my old sedan, my heat skipping and fluttering as we pass by police cars as I worry about being pulled over without any sort of ID. I feel a her nudge me eliciting a giggle from the two of us as I finally respond.
"Fine, but I get to be your maid of honor when you and Sarah..." I giggle, blinking a little as I find the request slipping out without a second thought.
"Shut uuuuuuup" Kelly squeals, turning away as she opens the window in search of fresh air. "You'd better not be like this the whole trip."
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